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Psalm 133:2

It is like the precious oil on the head,
running down upon the beard,
on the beard of Aaron,
running down over the collar of his robes.

Today I read a new note from one of my classmates my workshop friends,

another generous hearing and sharing.
my heart runs over:
into my throat,
out my eyes,
filling my ears
as I throw my arms over my head onto the bed.

Surely goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life.

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